"...Tasha Tudor has lived in farmhouses in Connecticut, New Hampshire, and Vermont, most of them without electricity or running water. She has an intense interest in the domestic arts- the way they were done without mechanization. Her son built her a house thirty years ago that resembles an 1880's farmhouse and is inaccessible by car..."
today, one of my soaps was put into someones treasury list on etsy . i am thrilled and slightly dismayed. since the move, i have not been able to put any energy into thankful sage farm school and the page is looking a bit spare. this afternoon, i found a plate that's tattered but stunning, produced in england in the 1850's. also in my possession, a near dozen of small medicine and tincture bottles to fill with heirloom seeds; daisies, lavender, verbena and something fragrant and horribly invasive, so we all remember to keep fighting. i recently spotted an old cupboard within my meager wallets reach and located and locked into memory a set of four iron chairs that need some lovin. a pair of old round wire glasses and a few small little bits keep catching my eye to go on the figurative shelves of my shop. i am on the prowl for old sap buckets, big kettles to dip candles in, and a couple of sweet pinafores to wear with my boy shoes and my tattered rolled up jeans. i shouldnt publicly lay all of my plans out, but i need to be held accountable, to see it. do you see it? classes given in front of a clay bake oven, loaves of braided breads and pies coming out, and everyone understanding that we all can simplify, find joy in using our hands and being conscious of something thats not our usual constant.. getting a bunch of strong girls together, all with our skirts and bad ass boots, splitting wood, properly. harvesting a strong bounty from your garden and putting it by for the dark cold winter, a sweet summer strawberry on a late january night. some of our mothers knew about this stuff and most of our grandmothers did this stuff. oh man... i can see it. and it looks good.
